Anyone who has climbed Kilimanjaro will know what a huge role the porters played in the climb. About 20,000 climbers attempt to reach the top of Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania each year, the highest peak in Africa. Around 70 % of them succeed. Climbing high peaks can make people famous and admired. They get their names and photo in media. It also makes them admired among friends and colleagues. But who are the really heroes in this story? In all of my travelling experiences around the world, I have never experienced such enormous support to fulfill the final goal like in Kilimanjaro. I’ve always been impressed by guides and carriers for their strength, endurance and dedication. I’ve been assisted in jungles, deserts, some very hot valleys but nothing when compared with the porters at Kilimanjaro. These are the real heroes of Kilimanjaro, the ones that makes the magic appear in the summit night. When I reach the top on the 30th June 2011, I remember standing on top of Kilimanjaro in a sea of clouds and snow and watching curious but in a funny way the porters who had accompanied us to the top muscled in on summit photos, grabbing cameras to record our happy moment. These guys do this as a job. They spend six days on the mountain, climbing in ragged clothes and shoes with 25 kg on their head and back. After you set out in the morning they pack up your tent and all the other equipment, they race past you to set everything up again at the next camp (for lunch also), they help the cook, do the dishes, serve your dinner, carry all the water from the nearest stream, boil it so you can have a hot wash and fill your bottles for the next day. Each day on the mountain is a struggle for life. Porters also carry another big task: they take care of the climbers` life, the big responsibility among all. So, the thing is…If we get to top is because this guys are hard workers and are there to help us. Symbolically I pray here my best respect to them all and loudly I say: MAXIMUM RESPECT.
Lombok is the main island of West Nusa Tenggara (Nusa Tenggara refers to the islands east of Bali) in Indonesia, offering a charming variety of landscapes, places of interest and activities for the tourist. When I left home in September 2001 this was my final destination. Firstly I should stop in, Singapore, then Indonesia, visiting Java, Sulawesi, Bali and finally Lombok. I left home with a bag of expectations and 26 days to enjoy the beauties of this group of islands laid down between the Indian and the Pacific Ocean. Singapore was great, as well as Java, where I fond unexpected treasures. But this trip end up being one of my most difficult one. After Java, I get back to Singapore for changing planes and go on to Sulawesi, the Toraja’s people island where the elaborate death rituals are really something, once the dead are treated like the living. I should trust my guide: “Be one of the the lucky few to visit our unspoiled tropical islands” it says. At the arrival desk my 30 days visa became invalid – they said - and the Sulawesi authorities didn’t allow me to get in the country again. My passport was taken, my luggage was set aside, and I was send back to Singapore in the same plane. This time, deported with my passport confiscate, with a stamp in bright red mentioning “entrance not allowed”. At the arriving at Singapore airport, I was escorted by the police until being out the international area. I receive my passport and just a few words: “You are now free to go”, they said at the door. That guide expression “the lucky few to visit our unspoiled tropical islands” made more sense and I understood that even in an implicit way, the message was…it is not easy to get in there. The fact that I’m a Portuguese citizen in a time that a conflict was in place between Indonesia and East Timor didn’t help, I guess. I stayed tree days in Singapore trying to find a new visa and rescheduling all my flights. I tried to get some help from the contacts given in my traveling package. I took a hard lesson in traveling, never trust anybody! The phone numbers I had weren’t correct and the most of the names doesn’t’ exist anymore. I was brave enough to resist and in the fourth day I had a new visa and I took a plane to Bali. I regret this incident but I still enjoyed the rest of my trip. Bali was amazing and Lombok even looks more exotic. If you have the chance to visit do not miss the small five tropical islands (The Gillis; Trawangan, Meno, Gilli Nanggu and Moyo Island) nearby. Coastlines lined with pristine beaches and fabulous waters for swimming, sun baking, sailing, surfing, fishing and underwater activities wait for you. I took this photo in the Balinese highlands where the rise fields are placed as small lakes in the slopes and the men are brave enough to cultivate here. Even with this incident I still remember it with the passion of an unforgettable trip. 
Torres del Paine National Park is, without doubt, one of the most spectacular national parks in the country and one of the most astonish places I ever visited. It is a magical place. Snow-capped mountain peaks, cascading rivers and waterfalls, glaciers and mirrored lakes: in all respects Torres del Paine national park deserves its reputation. Declared a biosphere reserve by UNESCO in 1978, the Torres del Paine national park (situated in the Magalhães) 12th region in Chile) is internationally recognized as one of the most beautiful, unique and uncontaminated places on the planet. It has a huge variety of plant and animal species which, with its incredibly beautiful setting has made it an almost unequalled destination for hikers and backpackers, ecology-lovers and adventure sportsmen alike. It is a place of lakes, rivers, waterfalls, glaciers, forests and incredible wildlife, all of which make it an exciting destination for wildlife observers and adventure sportsmen alike. Undoubtedly one of the main attractions of the park is the Macizo (Massif) of Paine, formed predominately from granite and whose origin dates back millions of years. The most famous peaks of the park are called the ‘Cuernos’ (horns) and ‘Torres’ (towers) of Paine. When I visited the place the weather was lousy but the place still has its mystic. I didn’t climb the horns, but I still have time to do it! I hope.
Today was really a very lousy day. It is only the first day of September, but it is raining and colder that the expected for this time of the year. I don’t want to think about it, but I must admit that the winter is coming, faster than I would like. This is Troia. Surrounded by nature, the Troia Peninsula has a seemingly endless coastline of sandy beaches and still offers pristine beauty despite the recent growth of hotels and resort areas, just 40 km south Lisbon. I took this photo when the sun was getting warmer and the days where getting bigger, announcing the hope of an endless summer. This sunset at first days of summer was that moment when we are standing on the sand in the end of the afternoon watching the sun set and being overcome with all of your hopes and dreams at once. A few become true, a few we let them to the next summer. 
"When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait." Paulo Coelho
